#Going Nowhere Fast

[mistystarshine]

Have a short preview of my upcoming Adamsapple fic! It has what might just be my favorite of my sinner Adam designs yet.

“Well, I’m not leaving,” he sneered, crossing his arms over his chest. “So if you wanna let me see you cry like a little bitch, be my guest.” Lucifer shrugged. “Fine by me.” With that, he turned his gaze back to the warped horizon that was pentagram city and shrank in on himself. He had started to pull his wings around himself once again when Adam crouched down beside him with a cry of, “Fucking seriously!?” “Yeah, why not.” Lucifer dropped his wings down to his sides — thank fucking god — and offered Adam a small, smug, utterly empty smile. “I’ve already kicked your ass in every way that counts. Maybe letting you see me like this will give you a fighting chance at reclaiming some dignity.” Adam sputtered for a moment before snapping out a, “Fuck you!” Lucifer snorted. “Very eloquent,” he muttered, looking at the city skyline once again.

[endollvors]

Thad, Billy, and Doing it by Yourself

Concept: Post-Mercury Falling Thad strikes out to become a solo hero. If he can become a better hero than Impulse, without Impulse's help, that's still replacing Impulse like he planned. Fawcett City has spotty outside reporting and no Flash presence. So no one will even be able to see him. It's perfect. Or, it would be if 30th century records were reliable. Captain Marvel has this Speed of Mercury thing. Billy just wants to make friends with a rare visiting hero.

The first clue should probably be the convenience store robbers that keep having their guns disappear out of their hands. It’s kinda funny? Billy doesn’t know if it’s supposed to be a joke so he tries to keep Captain Marvel professional while the current robber rants about how she was holding it and it was just gone. He says something about necessity and hurting other people and asks her to look at the teenager who’d been manning the register and ask if she really thinks that two hundred eighty bucks is really worth pointing a gun at him. Guns can kill people. The kid grimaces at them, but the robber looks guilty, so he’s going to call it a win. He doesn’t think about it much until later.

Billy is surveying the city when he notices. He doesn’t technically need to, Speed of Mercury and all, but it’s the afternoon and he’s settled into summer routine enough to know he doesn’t have anywhere to be until the evening. It’s not enough time for him to leave to do anything interesting, not if he wants to get back to Fawcett in time. And he needs to be back in Fawcett in time. Homelessness is like that, a lot of hurry up and wait on very rigid schedules. Besides, Captain Marvel doesn’t really get hungry, so he’s patrolling. It keeps him busy.

The point is that he sees the green and black blur enter the bank in main almost the instant after the alarm goes off. The wisdom of Solomon tells him to wait and see what’s happening before going in like he’d planned. Ten seconds pass, moving slower than usual with Billy’s focus on the bank. The alarm turns off, which, it shouldn’t. Billy’s stopped a robbery in that bank before and it takes ages to shut off the alarm, because they need a couple of managers with keys and codes and to make a call to the police station. Billy’s actually apologized and left early once the robbers were dealt with before, because the noise was getting to his enhanced senses. He tilts his head and squints at the shadow moving behind the door. Another five seconds pass.

The black and green blur reappears, more clearly now that Billy’s paying attention. It’s a teen, hero? He’s not carrying anything with him, but he’s also not anyone Billy’s ever heard of. He looks like a Flash, maybe. With the speed and the thingies on the mask. His hair’s short and a reddish brown, but it’s growing back in blonde at the roots. Billy’s kind of excited. There aren’t a lot of outside teen heroes that pass through Fawcett. Well, even if he is a villain, it’s probably for the best for Billy to introduce himself. Well, not himself. Captain Marvel. 

“Hey!” He calls, loud enough to be heard, and also probably fast enough for the fast kid to notice him. His voice sounds strange to his own ears. He’s not used to using speed like this. He smiles and waves his arms a little wildly, in case he was incomprehensible. The teen’s head snaps towards the roof Billy’s sitting on and his eyes catch on him immediately. It wasn’t like he was hiding after all, with the crimson suit and the white cape, and the lightning bolt. Oh, and the waving. Billy remembers to stop waving. What little Billy can see of his expression goes all scrunched up. As they stare at each other for another second that’s probably subjectively longer. Then the teen bolts. Billy wastes just enough time being surprised to lose him entirely when he runs through a wall. Cool.

Billy manages to stop in time to not break the wall the green and black speedster went through and pokes it a little to make sure it’s real. He means, it was last week, but weirder things have happened in Fawcett. Once he’s sure the bricks are all still bricks, he backtracks a couple blocks to try and check out what happened at the bank. Investigate, maybe? Billy’s not Batman. He’s not going to find scuff marks and psychically intuit the whole situation, or whatever Batman does at crime scenes. But he can talk to people, at least. Try and find out if anyone knows what happened with the alarm. Billy puts his hands on his hips. Well, turns out the alarm went off because someone was trying to rob the bank. Probably the guys tied up in the corner. Also, nobody knows more than that, because teller Missy thanked him for stopping the robbery when he showed up and Billy definitely did not do that.

It’s kind of fun to be in a bank that’s not being robbed. Well, Billy’s eyes slant over to the pile of robbers in the corner. Not actively being robbed. The alarm isn't going off and nobody is upset, he’ll count it. It’s a novelty. Captain Marvel doesn’t have much reason to be at a bank, and Billy Batson has even less. He smiles at Missy and asks her to tell him what happened before he showed up, and she launches into the story, how they showed up, waited in line, and then they all pulled out guns and started yelling. Normal bank robbery stuff, she says, and Billy has to stifle the urge to giggle. When Missy starts talking about how the robbers just disappeared for a second before they noticed that they were all on the floor, Billy wonders if he should tell her about the kid- no not kid, Billy hates being called a kid, because he’s a Superhero, and he was older than him anyway. The mean green teen machine. Missy says that her manager thinks the robbers sabotaged the alarm. Billy, does not think that, but it’s been almost an hour, and he has places to be. So he smiles and tells her good luck and makes his way toward the soup kitchen.

He doesn’t see the green speedster for a while, but then again, he’s mostly been hanging around the bank until they fix the alarm. It was actually pretty easy, just a few disconnected wires, but they had to wait for someone to come open up all the panels to actually get to them. He’d think that the guy had left the city if it wasn’t for the fact the disappearing gun thing is still happening. 

Almost a week later, Billy’s patrolling again when he catches a glimpse of green out of the corner of his eye. He floats over, and pops up above the lip of the roof the speedster is sitting on. “You cut your hair!” Billy says, barely keeping himself from pointing at the blond buzzcut. He smiles even as the teen startles and throws something at him with a yelp. He decides to let it hit him instead of dodging. Anything going that fast can do a lot of damage, and Billy, at least, is invulnerable. He moves with the impact as a cellophane wrapped turkey club splatters against his chest before he can register what it is and try to catch it instead. He frowns at the mayonnaise and tomato oozing down his suit. He hates wasting food, and this was probably the guy’s lunch. He turns back toward him with an apologetic smile only to see an empty rooftop.

He sees the speedster again that afternoon, while trying to beat the heat by flying in slow circles over the city. “Third time’s the charm.” He says to himself, before dropping a couple stories to hover above the pavement and keep pace with what, based on the effort he seems to be putting in, is to him, a light jog.

“Hey, sorry for startling you, and about your sandwich. Good work with that bank robbery. It was really cool. Are you new? What’s your name?” He gets out all in one breath, before the guy can run away again. The speedster stops on a dime to stare at him with his hands raised for a punch and Billy overshoots for a moment before he can get back in the hero’s orbit. There’s a pause, not really a long one, objectively. But enough for Billy to remember that this guy is fast too. Faster than him. “You don’t have to tell me, I just wanted to say thanks.” He adds with a Captain Marvel smile. 

This jerks the teen out of his frozen state and his hands snap down to fist in his lap. His head turns away even though Billy can tell he’s still being watched out of the corner of his eye. Billy gets it, he’s done that before with strange adults too. He dims his smile to a more casual level.

~

Thad knows that leaving the lab was a bad idea. This whole thing is a bad idea. He once again curses the 30th century’s information uploads and looks up at Captain Marvel. He hadn’t known that Fawcett’s superhero had superspeed when he picked the city. He’d had to go back to the lab and research everything after he’d been seen. He’s not fast enough to actually catch Thad, but he keeps showing up and being friendly. It reminds him of– Thad cuts the thought off with practiced ruthlessness. Marvel is only a minor ripple in his plan. He sneers at the man, and he deflates like a balloon, even losing control of his powers enough to sink a few centimeters in the air. Thad would never show that kind of weakness. He stops and lets his hands drop to his sides, flexing and releasing in rhythm as he tries not to attack the hero ruining his scheme. Captain Marvel stops with him and resettles himself to hover cross legged above the pavement in front of him. The anger builds the more that Captain Marvel smiles at him and he crushes it back down.

“Inertia.” He rasps, without really knowing why he’s bothering to answer.

“Oh,” Captain Marvel snaps his fingers and points at nothing in particular. Thad doesn’t turn his back on Captain Marvel to look. “Like the law of motion? Cuz’ you’re fast? That’s such a cool name. Did you pick it yourself?”

“No.” He says, flat and final. 

“I like it.” He says, like that matters at all, and holds out his hand for a shake even though they’re too far apart to actually touch each other. “I’m Captain Marvel.”

“I know.” Thad says, and doesn’t acknowledge the outstretched hand past evaluating its potential as a threat: Low. After a second Captain Marvel lets it drop into his lap, looking almost dejected. Thad finds himself briefly missing Ivan when the man pouts. He ignores the thought. 

~

“I don’t need your help.” He snarls, and for a moment he’s not talking to Captain Marvel in the stagnant heat of Fawcett City’s streets. He’s looking at the emaciated figure of Max Mercury and being buffeted by the speedstorm.

“I just thought,” Captain Marvel starts and drops his head a little while he fidgets with his hands. It’s a tactical disadvantage for him to take eyes off a target like that. “Fawcett doesn’t get a lot of outside heroes.”

[prin-cesspool-party]

[smudge-cell]

Slimeworth the mystery snail

[tornbluefoamcouch]

Artista: Satanic Surfers Álbum: Going Nowhere Fast Ano: 1999 Faixas/Tempo: 15/26min Estilo: Punk/Skate Punk/Melodic Hardcore Data de Execução: 09/01/2024 Nota: 6,3 Melhor Música: Big Bad Wolf

[dearjewels22]

Don’t rush to get to the finish line… enjoy the journey.

[deoidesign]

Hi, how did you learn to draw Steve's physique?

Ohh what a complicated thing to answer...

When it comes to how I learned to draw anything, it's hard to say anything too specific since it's always a culmination of many years of assorted study and practice... but I can try to do my best to explain some of the biggest things that helped me learn, some tips I keep in mind, and maybe at least some places to start/delve further.

(just a little disclaimer it's not like my drawings here are going to be 100% medically accurate.. they're just to illustrate concepts!)

The main thing about learning various physiques is understanding anatomy. Which feels obvious, but I don't mean proportions; these are important, but perhaps more important is understanding the skeleton and how it moves and learning where muscles connect to bones and where fat grows on the body. When you understand how these function on a more mechanical level, depicting form and movement in a way that feels natural comes in tow.

For instance, understanding things like the pronation and supination of the radius and ulna, as well as the fact that muscles can ONLY contract or relax, will help you understand a bit better which muscles will be flexed and which will not while someone moves. It's inherent to the positioning based on the structural makeup of the body... It's not like you NEED to memorize all the muscles and bones, of course, but understanding and gaining at least a passive familiarity with the concepts really helps.

In tandem with this concept is the way parts of the body flow into eachother. Muscles ALWAYS come in groups because they can only contract. Whatever muscle is there to lift something, there is a muscle on the other side to pull that bone back down. What this results in is a series of straight edges next to curves, which gives us a lot of really lovely "s curves" and dents and folds and so on and so forth just naturally occurring.

I would suggest at least learning the "bony landmarks", which are bones (usually) visible on the surface of the body. things like the iliac crest, the great trochanter, the 7th vertabrae, the acromion process... These can be used to help you understand the parts of the body as angles and relationships, rather than trying to remember lengths and sizes, which vary immensely... (since you asked about steve, he can be our model... also study these on your own don't just take my word for it haha, these are the ones I personally keep in mind)

I've done the same thing with body hair... learning where it grows and in which directions... It helps me make up variations without needing reference, because I have a set of rules I can follow.

The biggest thing that helped me understand all this on a much deeper level was my ecorche course. I sculpted this guy. We started by sculpting the entire skeleton to understand the bones, and then we added muscles on top. Not every single muscle, of course, but the "artistic muscles" AKA the ones which directly affect the surface of the body. Doing this let us see where muscles connect, because we would make a shape, put it on the bone where it actually goes, and then you get to see how other muscles overlap that.

This helped me, perhaps, more than anything else. But I also didn't just start with this course, I had been drawing for years before I even took it. I had been in school for years before I took it. Not that I think it wouldn't be helpful to someone just starting out, but I do think that the more you know going in, the better an in-depth course like this will help you and stick with you. Classes are also expensive, though so I'm not really like... recommending you pay potentially thousands of dollars to take one... But it did help me a lot, personally.

I also, of course, have done many figure, gesture, and master studies...

These just help you quickly gain a stronger understanding of generalized anatomy, and gives you real life examples of and practice with of how people move and balance.

What all this does when combined, is gives me a very solid ability to depict movement and form in a way that feels relatively natural from my subconscious without the need for reference.

The rest of how I've learned to draw his physique is honestly mostly just stylization. I understand the body, and this is how I am depicting it for his level of musculature.

And as I move into depicting him in other ways, either moving in comics or in animation, realistically rendered, or extra stylized, these concepts inform every step of that process for me! When he keeps the same/similar relationships between parts, he gets to still look like himself.

It ALSO really helps when putting clothes on, because the way cloth falls and bunches and lifts is all directly related to the form it is on... So the more you understand that form, the more you can depict clothing and movement in a way that feels natural.

This is all, of course, true when I draw anyone, you asked about Steve so I'm trying to mostly show with him! But because I'm just drawing from raw information of general anatomy rather than trying to study one body type at a time, it allows a lot more "give," I think!

Like, here's most of the cast from TTA so far... actually, they're not as varied as I thought they were nevermind LMAO ignore this part

But, it also makes monster and alien design much easier! It's a lot easier to come up with non-human anatomy when I understand human anatomy, because I can manipulate the knowledge I have...

There is infinite more to study in the world of anatomy... The complexity of the human body goes extremely deep. For our purposes as artists, we need only depict a fraction of it, but more information rarely hurts the process.

I'm sure there's something in here that's wrong on a technical level, I'm mostly going off of memory. But that's kind of my point - I understand enough generally and conceptually that when I am missing something and need to find reference for it, I understand what I'm looking at. It's much easier than trying to learn AND draw at the same time.

I hope even one thing in here helped you! Sorry it's so long.

[getyinyusedtoit]

canon divergence in which feng xin, after wandering for many months trying to choose a place to settle and what he wants for his life post being sent away by both xie lian and jian lan, happens upon a newly constructed temple. he is shocked, frustrated, annoyed, and maybe a little relieved to discover it's dedicated to mu qing. he hangs in the vicinity of the temple, doing whatever odd work he can and sustaining himself, just because having something close by that takes him back to a time where he wasn't so alone soothes something within him and he hopes that less restlessness will lead to a clear mind capable of making the decision he needs to make.

this only lasts so long, though, and the days very rapidly become turbulent and uncertain once again as feng xin remains paralyzed by a lack of clear decision and conflicted feelings surrounding what sort of life he is allowed to want. in a moment of desperation, or perhaps weakness maybe even madness, he finds himself glaring up at the statue of mu qing seated behind the altar in the temple and bitterly asking him what his secret is, how he's so capable of making decisions with such finality and perceived certainty. feng xin asks what the fuck he's supposed to do now. it isn't a prayer, not really, and though mu qing hears it he doesn't take it as one. something (or someone) else does, however, and the next day feng xin finds himself unceremoniously ascending to heaven as a middle court official, tasked with filling out the sparse numbers in the recently established palace of xuan zhen.

neither feng xin nor mu qing are particularly happy with this, for all the obvious reasons, but there is nothing they can do except grudgingly work out a clumsy sort of dynamic that is both brand new and same as it always was. in spite of what is unspoken between them and the fallout it brings, feng xin finds himself oddly at peace in a position that is so familiar to him. and though he would refuse to admit it, perhaps he is at ease here. once again in the orbit of someone who knows him, as fraught as their dynamic may be.

and then one day feng xin ascends to godhood and everything changes again.

[ef-1]

A day after Daniel fucks over Yuki, you post a photo of yourself wearing enchante,, you're not slick

Skinny white girl like Ricciardo? Ground breaking lol

it's so tragic how you're just gonna have to die mad about it 💋

[outwalkingthelocales]

I am so sad! I made this post yesterday and I take a look, it's gone! All my little chats...so dissapointing! Can I remember all of what I've said? Lets see...

Some little doodles from this wonderful little world created by @krasytoonz

I was laughing like crazy over these, they all look about ready to throw pie in each other's faces! And Poppy, poor Poppy, every time I see her little icon in the relationships guide I go ballistic..not to mention half of it is everyone feeling bad for her! But she's so charming, so delightful! It gives me a hearty laugh

The designs are so cute, so funny, so well made, colorful and there's so much to look at! Please go check out their work !! There's more every second (practically!) And they are such a sweet wonderful person! 🧡

Some closeups!(that little itty-bitty Eddie is the cutest thing you will ever see, go take a peek at the original, he's so polite!)

[i-think-therefore-i-fan]

I'm seeing people getting all excited for the upcoming reunion episode, particularly for Imogen and Laudna.

I suspect it's going to be very anticlimactic.

You have Imogen reenergized, refocused and rewardrobed. All excited.

Then you have Laudna. Who executed someone in a misguided clutch at control. Knows that through that, it slipped through her fingers. Because she couldn't control herself or Delilah or who cares. She was too weak. I think she feels a tremendous amount of not guilt, but shame.

And when Laudna sees Imogen and have much she's thrived without her, she will either compartalmentalise everything... Or she will distance herself. Two sides of the same coin really.

This is different than with the rock. Imogen isn't upset - she's doing fantastically. How long before Laudna listens to the feeling telling her it's best to be alone. That maybe she's outgrown her, maybe similarly to the child she knew in her past.

It would be interesting seeing if Imogen does anything about it or not. She probably has never experienced a Laudna who distanced herself.

How quickly before she addresses it, if at all.

So yeah I'm setting my expectations low.

[mistystarshine]

Do you plan on ever writing smut?

Depends on the fic and pairing!

Burning Feathers is planned to have a smut chapter, but I'm not raising the rating until it actually happens. Depending on how that goes, I might do more Chaggie smut, since I'm better at F/F than anything else.

I am being b u l l i e d into putting smut in Vile and Blasphemous and... Honestly might? I prefer not to put smut in longfics unless it improves the narrative, but that fic is already SO horny, and with the themes involved, it honestly might. @a-dose-of-comatose and @deadgirlwalking91 put up a good argument in favor of it, lol.

Beyond that, I'm wobbly on Guitarspear. I have ideas, but...

1. I'm worried that it would be bad, simply put. I've not done het smut before and, apart from one DERANGED f/f fic I wrote for Chainsaw Man on a burner account (you will not be getting the link), I'm unsure of my smut writing abilities.

2. Most of my friends prefer sub Lute, which I don't really read, let alone write, so my motivation is... Meh. (I can do bottom Lute under the right circumstances and definitely switch, but sub 100% does not vibe with me.) I keep being told that people will read, but The Anxieties that I will disappoint are real.

Going Nowhere Fast will probably eventually have smut if I continue it. (Drop comments and asks if you want more!) Honestly, Adamsapple goes hard enough that I have a good amount of ideas for it. The main thing holding me back is simply that I am gay enough that my m/m tends to be a little lacking. ( @phosmic Knows) I DO have an idea for a f/f Adamsapple enemies to lovers one-shot with smut, but that's like, the most indulgent thing I could possibly write.

My upcoming collab fic with @deadgirlwalking91 will probably have smut, and the ships for that one are Chaggie, Guitarspear, and Lucilith. (Alastor is also there, living his WORST life)

My other fics and AUs won't have smut simply because it doesn't contribute to the immaculate. Which is kind of a bummer, because Live Again would be SO sweet (and one of the few times I'd 100% write bottom Lute), but the vibes aren't right. And I have Ideas for Pissing Contest and IFYFM both... But again, it doesn't quite fit in with the stories. Plus, see my other reasons for being hesitant to write Guitarspear smut. Woe.

(Pls send more asks! I love them.)

[endollvors]

Kitty Classroom Habits

Kitty propped her chin on her hand and her nose twitched as if to feel with whiskers she didn’t have. She finished her line and dropped her pen to the desk while Professor Piper answered someone’s question. She stared at her notes, the main ideas of the lecture drifted lazily around the page, literally, each bullet point had a slight motion to it, moving along with her pen as she rolled it over the table. She yawned to clear her throat.

“Are we boring you, Ms. Cheshire?” The voice cut sharply across the hall as the professor stopped mid explanation to call out to her.

“Mnnn, No?” She slouched more over her desk to get comfortable as the rest of the class looked at her. The silence in the room continued for another few seconds before Professor Piper stopped waiting for whatever it was he wanted from her and finally turned back to finish answering Hopper’s question. 

“Disrespectful” he muttered under his breath as he turned back to the board, too quiet for other students to hear, and added another symbol to his chart of chords, launching into an explanation of its effects in magical songs. 

She stiffened, her ears flattening against her head, and paused in the diagram she was copying.

~

“Kitty Cheshire?” There was a pause, Kitty watched a couple students look around from where she wasn’t lounging. As far as the world of Ever After was concerned, she didn’t exactly exist at the moment. “Kitty Cheshire? …Absent.” Mr. Badwolf sniffed and marked something in his planner, the short pencil looking even smaller in his hand. She rolled over onto her back and stretched out her hands as he finished calling attendance. She watched him teach upside down, in a position that would have the blood rushing to her head if ever after gravity had been working the way it did for everyone else. The lesson this time was really very interesting, she twirled her non existent pigtails around her non existent fingers as Mr. Badwolf discussed the different types of lying. He wrote the “three ‘T’s” on the board, Telling, Trickery, and Truth. He explained how the easiest way to tell a lie was not to tell one. He called on Faybelle to tell a story and when Mr. Badwolf retold the story each detail was twisted to seem like something else. He asked the class if he had lied, and half of it disagreed. Kitty’s giggles seemed to echo from nowhere in particular.

[juliaswickcrs]

oops another oc :: elektra in "nowhere fast" ( gotg - gotg vol 3 )

Elektra bears a past lost to history.  Her entire life she's dreamt of the stars, wishing to fly among them like the comets and meteors she saw from the barren fields of South Dakota. But like most of the galaxy, she has found herself among thieves and criminals and those too cruel to deserve either title. Forced to work off a debt to the Kree Empire, Elektra bides her time, looking for any and all possible solutions. When Ronan the Accuser demands she accompany a Kree taskforce to Morag in search of a valuable artifact simply known as "The Orb," Elektra seizes her opportunity and runs, stealing away on a ravager ship with the man who'd stolen the artifact. But her newfound freedom throws her into something much more dangerous. Surrounded by a rag-tag group of misfits, Elektra finds herself in the middle of Titans, wars, and something much bigger than herself.

AO3 // WP

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[cookinguptales]

these speed enforced by aircraft signs are all over california

apparently this refers to the fact that the police will actually work with aircraft to monitor car chases and stuff...?

but literally every time we pass one my brain imagines

[marginalfighter]

@warmthofthehearthfire || Ported from this thread

"...Huh."

Ignoring the implications of Victor having stalked him for a non-zero amount of time, Victor's excuse didn't explain anything. Rather, it raised a host of different questions based on whether Scenario A, Victor saw him on the walk to the forest, or Scenario B, Victor saw him on the way to the house with the axe, happened.

"Victor, I'll be frank: that doesn't make sense," Zig'd break this down as best he could without pointing too many fingers. "I was on the furthest reach of town when I found the axe, and my walk to the forest wasn't long. If you did see me on the way, you would've known where I was heading. Why wait to go after me?"

"--Never mind, we'll argue the logic later. Elle's present matters more right now," Giving his person one more pat down, this man-on-a-mission was at the door. "Shall we? But don't forget the short swords or the pistol before we go; we'll need to be ready for any surprises."